What Happens in Vegas
Lisa laments the kerfuffle over her Vegas plans and Adrienne's shoes.
Oh it seems like the only time there seems to be any fun lately is when I am planning my daughter's wedding! The gorgeous little white boxes have been chosen. The caterers are amazing, and I am well aware they can produce an excellent culinary adventure, Kevin Lee is going to drive me to distraction slowly but surely. . .but I persevere, assured that he will create a wedding like no other. Watch this space.
I have to address the situation with Russell and Taylor. Even though I was not a fan of Russell at the time because of the information that was given to me by Taylor, I find it truly heartbreaking to witness their struggles in their relationship, that were obviously so difficult. I, contrary to what many of you have proclaimed, am happy that I could actually support Taylor in the difficult time she was going through. It is truly hard for us all to watch now. My heart goes out to Taylor and their family.
On a lighter note, the next day, Mohammed came over and off we go to Adrienne's fashion show. As we enter the house, Adrienne summons me to have a word with her. I was a little taken aback as we had only just arrived and had no idea of what was about to transpire. Apparently she was miffed that Pandora had decided to hold her bachelorette party at our old family friend Robert Earl’s venue, Planet Hollywood. Robert loves her and had no intention of promoting the hotel. I mean, how dare my daughter choose what she wants? She should be supporting her mother's neighbor’s business! I seriously couldn't understand this. It was the first I knew of her being upset. Jason had had his bachelor party a couple of weeks before, hosted by our friend, and Pandora was going to do the same. It was all arranged. I wasn't going and hadn't been involved in the arrangements. It seems like a dangerous slope to venture into. I knew nothing., I didn't want to even really hear the tales afterwards, as I think there are certain times and adventures one doesn't need their mother to witness, and I had assured Pandora this was one of them.
Kyle told me we all had to go. She wanted to go with me. I disagreed, I had no intention of seeing my daughter doing whatever a whole bevy of young girls do in Vegas. It was time for them. I would certainly organize her engagement, her shower, her wedding, but in this instance, she was on her own!
Somehow, to cut a long story short, I was roped into this trip, and obviously, now you, the viewer, will get to witness it, so everything changes. What was to be Pandora's trip became a major production, and I was suddenly in trouble for it. I resent the fact that suddenly I am to blame, it is a huge deal to entertain 14 people, and I certainly would never dream of asking anybody to do that. Robert wanted to comp the whole weekend as his gift to Pandora, Why do I feel I have to constantly justify mine and my daughter’s actions?
When Adrienne and Paul are having dinner at a neighboring restaurant, it wouldn't even enter my mind to question them! It seems as if some people are looking for a problem. . .
Anyway, I tried to then focus on what looked like a spectacular evening -- the launch of Adrienne's shoes, which were nowhere to be seen!
I joked about the "Vanderpump" being on its way and the Maloof hoof as a bit of a laugh, not to be taken seriously. In all honesty, the pump was something I had done for fun with Ryan Haber, not like Adrienne’s major shoe line, which she has been passionate about, and I wish her every success.
So there we have it. Once again a pleasant evening was marred by a really petty matter. I am losing patience with this constant need for altercations when we all have busy lives. I know in the last four months, I ran Villa Blanca, and opened, created, and designed the new Sur Lounge, which was a huge undertaking. I have no designer or assistant because I chose not to. I finished my book, wrote for my magazine, did our weekly charity work, planned my daughter's wedding, moved houses, and am, quite frankly, too exhausted to dwell on things that aren't important, So as I leave you, the viewer, to contemplate the multi-faceted and extremely complicated dynamics, between us women, I close off now unsure of whether, after so many trials and tribulations lately, I just might be losing my grip on reality. . .
Love always, Lisa